[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]"That sounds splendid." As long as everything's managed and figured out by that time. Wyoming was starting to wonder how things were going to work out exactly. He was the sort of man who needed exact plans, and zombies sort of abolished that completely. He figured at this point he may as well enjoy life as long as they had it given how grim their situation was.
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[font=arial black][color=black][size=10]Florida squeezed his hand, kissing Wyoming's cheek before taking a step back. [b]"Come on. We have survivors to check on." They had been able to save about 15 survivors from their operation today, and Florida was yet to know if this would be a blessing or a curse.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]"Ah right. I do hope they've adjusted here well so far. Some of them are... quite peculiar, are they not?" Was this whole city full of really eccentric people? Wyoming wouldn't doubt it. Now most of them are eccentric zombies. How fun.
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[font=arial black][color=black][size=10][b]"As are we. Now let's see how well they're adjusting. Keep a close eye on any of them. They could have lied about being bitten. We don't want an outbreak." He led the way towards the civilian barracks. "I was actually thinking of having Hawaii run a full physical on all survivors just to make sure that they're all low risk."
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]"That doesn't sound like a bad idea. I think it'd be best we proceed with this idea post haste." Wyoming stops in front of the first room they'd given to the first set of survivors. He knocked and waited for one of them to open up.
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[font=arial black][color=black][size=10]The door opened, and quite the odd couple was in the room. Opening the door was a young, energetic and enthusiastic blond man. He smiled at both of them before turning back to the older man in the room who was grumping around. [b]"Sarge. The soldiers are here." He then turned back around to Florida and Wyoming. "Sorry about him. He hasn't been very happy that they took his shotgun from him."
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Before Florida or Wyoming could say anything in response, a gruff voice bellowed in response from inside the room. "You're damn right I am! I own a gunshot, and I am a veteran from the war! No one in here has the right to take away my gun 'n bullets! It's just unconstitutional! It's not American!"
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[font=arial black][color=black][size=10]Florida raised an eyebrow, cataloguing this exchange in the back of his mind. Sarge, old man, potential behavioral issues. [b]"We understand the want to defend yourself, but tensions are high and we cannot fully trust anyone to be armed unless trained specifically for the weapon."
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Sarge grumbled to himself, too quite for either Wyoming or Florida to pick up what he was saying. Wyoming -- being the complete opposite of Sarge in every way -- felt a strange cross of amusement and disgust. "We stopped by to ask how you two where settling in and see if you needed anything."
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[font=arial black][color=black][size=10][b]"Oh, we're doing fine! However, I was wondering if you had any moisturizer. I'd hate for the apocalypse to be the reason my skin starts drying up."
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Wyoming looked baffled by this. This man certainly had strange priorities. "Um... I'm not sure, actually. I suppose we would have to check and get back to you on that." he admitted before clearing his throat. "Can you share with us what happened before we rescued the both of you? Did either of you come incredibly close to any of the zombies?"
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[font=arial black][color=black][size=10]Donut rose an eyebrow at that. [b]"Oh, well, um..." Sarge had told him not to tell them this, but he didn't want to found guilty of hiding any information from the soldiers that had all the weapons and authority to kill him. "I was working last night... And one of my clients turned after we had finished with our 'meeting'. Sarge heard the commotion and saved me. Other than that, I haven't been close to any."
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]"What about the old bloke? He hasn't been bitten?" Wyoming presses. Of the two, he could certainly picture Sarge being more careless.
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[font=arial black][color=black][size=10]Donut shook his head. [b]"No. After last night, we holed ourselves up in his gun shop. We kinda had a head start on getting prepared. We didn't see another zombie until you guys showed up to rescue us." Florida regarded Donut thoughtfully before deciding it was best to ask.
"Sir, you said your client turned at the end of your meeting? What's your profession?"
Donut smiled charmingly, batting his eyelashes up at Florida. "I sell love to lonely men." Florida nodded then, cataloguing that as well, upgrading Donut to high-risk. If this disease was spread through bodily fluids or close contact, he'd most likely change soon.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Wyoming glanced to Florida, having thought the same thing. The look in his eyes questioned whether it would be safer to separate Sarge and Donut in case the younger man managed to become infected somewhere along the way.
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[font=arial black][color=black][size=10]Florida gave them both a smile. [b]"Well, our on-site medic, Hawaii, will be around to provide check-ups. We want to make sure everyone is safe and healthy for the duration of their stay. She'll be around shortly." He'd make sure of it.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Wyoming cleared his throat before speaking up. "Just out of curiosity, you haven't done anything personal with this older gentleman recently, have you?"
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[font=arial black][color=black][size=10][b]"Huh?" Donut looked back at Sarge then before shaking his head. "Not recently, no. I know that I'm in danger of being infected. That's why I wanted to inform you. I wouldn't endanger anyone else."
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Wyoming was impressed. He caught on quickly. He hoped he ended up fine, his brains might prove useful. "Thank you for cooperating with us so wonderfully. It's a... uh... Pleasure to meet the pair of you."
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[font=arial black][color=black][size=10]Donut nodded. [b]"It was nice to meet you too. I hope everything turns out alright." He waved them goodbye before turning back to Sarge. He was a bit upset that Sarge lost his shotgun as well. He didn't want to turn in the night and attack a defenseless Sarge.
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